THE MORNING AFTER
Kieran's POV
She was panting when I pulled away from between her thighs. Her wolf was right there beneath the surface, and mine too. I could feel Fenrir pacing under my skin, clawing to take over, to claim.
I started to kiss my way up her body, before I could reach her mouth, she pushed me back, catching me off guard, flipping me onto my back, and in the next breath, she was on top of me, straddling my hips, her eyes blazing with heat and challenge.
But I wasn't giving up control that easily. I grabbed her wrists, sat up, and rolled us again, pinning her down beneath me in one smooth, instinct-driven motion.
She gasped, eyes widening as her back hit the mattress, her hair fanned out like fire across the pillow. "Kieran—"
"Nice try, Moya," I growled, my
